A quest for emotional provender
leaves me guided by your North Star
into wilderness unmelcoming
to my hearth loving nature
Fathoming your emotions
a venture akin to ice fishing
even should we crack the surface
there may be no reward
no returning tug on frail lines
deployed into chill waters
Wisdom holds bounty abides below the surface
and by patience might fishing pay the prize
Yet what to you may spell but sport
looms for me as groundless strife
Ice extends a contentious surface
You, insulated by substantial layers
unvoiced emotions your choice swaddle
My garb, as gossamer compares
transparent, ineffectual glacial guard
You have learned to sentinel your fires
securely sheltered from any storm
While I wave candles in open air
daring breezes to breach their flare
So we hazard stranding here on ice
This arctic your favored element, severe
landscape, where resolute men prevail
Hopeful heart still bids me follow north
trusting fervid love shall never fail
Yet precarious any movement now
while there remains but one
unsteady upon ice
You write words into pictures and stories that are so beautiful 'You have learned to sentinel your fires securely sheltered from any storm While I wave candles in open air daring breezes to breach their flare' WOW! Now that's fine writing Love duncan X
Hi, Mary! I love your depth and consistent analogy in this piece. To compare love relationships between men and women with ice fishing is highly creative. Beautiful job! Have a wonderful day! Beth
Relationships, particularly man/woman one can get tricky. Good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting insight regarding different emotional temperaments.